The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-27

Col. Burr, Mr. Bacon and two or three 9th
ers went in there. They were no sooner
seated than Lawson stood up, and, win an
open knife in his hand, commenced 70 de-
nounce Col Burr in the most bitter terms.
That man" said he, 'has no standing IN
any community or occupation; and, OUTSIDE
OF his limited circle of acqualntances, Is
comparatively unknown. Now deny ms
charge as an infamous one, and state thau
he Is the chief actor in conspiracy TO rum
my future. L am a man now OF 5O years Oh
age, although l do not look it, and L ADMIT
here that / have been guilty of lndlscretlons
in my youth; but fortunately l am now
about to marry one of the falrest daughters
OF New Jersey, and I shall endeaVor TO
make my mark in the world"
Col. Burr pulled cigar quietly and could
only gaze in wonderment at the sublime
audacity of the man. Finally he gained his
voice
You may abuse me all you like, you
scoundrel," he retorted Il have come here
to do my duty to society by exposing you to
the father of an innocent girl whom you
wish to ruin, and you cannot defeat my pur-
pose by making me lose my temper. What
you say about me now will pass, but after
this occasion, should you ever speak to me
again, you will regret it.
AT this moment Mr.. Bacon entered the
room. 1t was supposed that Lawson would
pretend to forget him, but, to tho surprise
of every one, he said:
Hello! Bacon my old Hartford friend"
Mr. Bacon then said that his purpose there
was to say that he was witness to mar
riage in 1871 of Lawson to Hartford lady.
Lawson said:
''This is So but the lady is dead" Then
he entered into a violent invective against
his alleged enemies, fourishing a knife in
the face Of Col. Burr. He finally became
so excited that it was feared that he would
make an assault upon the Colonel and Clerk
Wall, who acted as a kind of moderator,
took hold of him and tried to make him put
the knife up.
The poor old father of the girl, who is
large, fine looking old farmer Of the Joshua
Whitcomb" type, at times shed tears, as
Lawson told him of his great achievements
in life. He said that he had made some of
the greatest statesmen that this country had
ever known, and then referred to his high
standing at the national capital
my friend, Mr.. WALL" he eloquently
urged, lean state how | stand here, for he
was over there few weeks ago and met
men
You had better not quote me, said Mr.
WALL because everybody over there says
that you are dead beat"
II must say that l cannot permit you to
marry my daughter, Mr.. Lawson" said the
father
Then, said Lawson, majestically waving
his hand, II waive you aside Begone!
am done with you; but will marry your
daughter yet, and you will then regreat that
you ever doubted my veracity."
After another oratorical effort the party
broke up, with Lawson vowing vengeance
against Col. Burr. As he was leaving the
room he turned to Mr.. Bacon and said:
You are nice friend to go and give
fellow away like that"
Its my duty to expose rascality, partic-
ularly where poor innocent girl is con-
cerned, said Mr. Bacon II suppose you
are one of those friends who, if you caught
an acquaintance committing burglary,
would try to shield him and then demand
that he would divide the 'swag."
The poor old Jerseyman, whose face
showed that he was heartbroken, handed
Lawson letter. Lawson opened the envel-
ope, and found that it contained several
pages of closely written manuscript. As he
perused it his face was wreathed in smiles
and then he gave it to Clerk Wall TO read.
1t appears that the letter was from the
young lady, stating that she had the fullest
confidence in him and that she loved him
with all her heart that she believed this to
be conspiracy, but that she knew that he
was as pure and spotless as an angel.
Lawson waved the letter over his head,
and shouted:
''The whole crowd can go to Hades. /
will have the girl anyway"
In reply to a telegram sent by Mr.. Bacon
to Hartford, the following dispatch was re-
ceived last evening:
HARTFORD May "a.
Lawton's wife is living here. Her maiden
name was Hale. w. S. HoTCHKIss,
Editor Hartford Times.